05-12-2020, 04:31 PM
The mischief in Pteron’s eyes brings a glimmering smirk to the pink of Svedka’s lips, idly wondering to himself what kind of trouble the two will find themselves into this evening. The idea of it causes his heart to flutter with anticipation, nostrils quivering excitedly as he comes over the ledge with a gentle lurch, met with the elusive olive-green gaze of his moonlit companion. Svedka’s mouth splits into a breathtaking smile at their closeness, inhaling sharply at the feather-like touch against the sensitive skin beneath his jawline. The wild-eyed stallion stretches his neck towards him, but misses by mere inches. Pteron flits away from him impishly, as if silently beckoning Svedka to pursue him. The ivory and champagne stallion does not hesitate; desperate to fill the cold air that is left in the winged stallion’s wake, he briskly prances forward until he is in step beside him.
There is a moment when Svedka’s eyes lock onto Pteron’s departing form where the lion begins to stir. He does not want to merely catch up with him, but give chase. The thought is misplaced and unwanted in the midst of Svedka’s own heated thoughts, but lingers all the same. He won’t allow the feeling to ruin their night, however, wherever it may lead. Besides, “I would hate to be the one to damage your perfect record,” Svedka tells him, letting his mouth and shoulder guide him into place beside Pteron, remaining close enough that their hips would gently touch whenever they fell out of pace.
The thought of the lion seems to fall to the wayside as they continue to walk and especially as Pteron casually prods into Svedka’s past. He welcomes the question, a soft snort leaving his nostrils as he thinks back to a time way back.
“I’ve never been one to be satisfied in one place,” he begins with a soft roll of his shoulder, pursing his lips thoughtfully, allowing his eyes to drag themselves away from Pteron and flicker through the forest around them, “but I always find myself ending up wherever Solace is.” There is a gentle chuckle that leaves him, fading away into a soft hum of tenderness at the thought of his twin sister. Perhaps there is something more that bonds the two besides that of blood and family. “She left for Hyaline when she was of age, and though the world called me to adventure elsewhere, I eventually found myself there – with her.” He smiles fondly at the memory – he was as wild as the wind but tethered by her alone.
With a quick exhale, his gaze breaks away from the moonlit world around them, quickly locking back onto Pteron’s green eyes. “We mustn’t spend the whole evening talking about me, though, you know.” He pauses to wink, then continues: “Surely you weren’t always a forest-dweller?”
@[Pteron]
There is a moment when Svedka’s eyes lock onto Pteron’s departing form where the lion begins to stir. He does not want to merely catch up with him, but give chase. The thought is misplaced and unwanted in the midst of Svedka’s own heated thoughts, but lingers all the same. He won’t allow the feeling to ruin their night, however, wherever it may lead. Besides, “I would hate to be the one to damage your perfect record,” Svedka tells him, letting his mouth and shoulder guide him into place beside Pteron, remaining close enough that their hips would gently touch whenever they fell out of pace.
The thought of the lion seems to fall to the wayside as they continue to walk and especially as Pteron casually prods into Svedka’s past. He welcomes the question, a soft snort leaving his nostrils as he thinks back to a time way back.
“I’ve never been one to be satisfied in one place,” he begins with a soft roll of his shoulder, pursing his lips thoughtfully, allowing his eyes to drag themselves away from Pteron and flicker through the forest around them, “but I always find myself ending up wherever Solace is.” There is a gentle chuckle that leaves him, fading away into a soft hum of tenderness at the thought of his twin sister. Perhaps there is something more that bonds the two besides that of blood and family. “She left for Hyaline when she was of age, and though the world called me to adventure elsewhere, I eventually found myself there – with her.” He smiles fondly at the memory – he was as wild as the wind but tethered by her alone.
With a quick exhale, his gaze breaks away from the moonlit world around them, quickly locking back onto Pteron’s green eyes. “We mustn’t spend the whole evening talking about me, though, you know.” He pauses to wink, then continues: “Surely you weren’t always a forest-dweller?”
@[Pteron]